Here the family is having a happy dinner, and over there the players are studying the dishes to participate in tomorrow's competition.
The ingredients are strangely only a small portion, and everyone’s cooking skills are average, let alone the taste that Chief Purgatory likes.
Some people only had a broken bone or a piece of meat of questionable origin. Fortunately, everyone was prepared before arriving and didn't panic.
There were only a group of gods who kept their human appearance, looking at the ingredients with worry.
Shu Motoko actually reminded that the dojo may be related to food or eating, but this is too difficult for them.
The taste of Shengui has long been ruined by the evil spirit. What they think is delicious may be hated by other races, and they will vomit after taking one bite.
Looking at these people and the demon clan now, they feel strange, but they feel that the ingredients are so fresh and look good, so they can only bite the bullet and discuss how to make them into dishes tomorrow.
The gods and conspirators are all feeling very uncomfortable. Why isn’t it a killing place, where you can win if you have the strength?
However, among all the players, there is one person who is particularly relaxed, and that is Mr. Ning.
He got a box of eighteen kinds of ingredients. It was not that No. 1 violated the rules of the dojo and went through the back door.
Instead, No. 1 sent Mr. Ning a set of ingredients in accordance with the rules of the dojo, but the ingredients were packed.
Theoretically, no matter how much there is, even if it is several tons, as long as it is packed, it will be counted as one portion.
No. 1 sat swaggeringly in the RV that Mr. Ning had penetrated into two cells and parked inside. He drank the coffee he brewed himself and smacked his lips and said: "This thing smells like an insufficiently purified medicinal liquid." .”
Mr. Ning was unboxing and inspecting the ingredients. When he heard this, he said casually: "Miss Jiu also said something similar. By the way, are you not afraid of being discovered by the superiors when you come here?"
Number 1 smiled slightly and said: "You are just an ordinary and inconspicuous player. They won't pay attention to you and you don't have enough energy."
"I have the authority to find out who they are watching at any time. You are safe here, and I came here disguised as the Kitchen God. If you really look at me, I will look like those little old men." He said nonchalantly.
Mr. Ning stopped for a moment and said, "Aren't they looking at the wine lady?"
Number 1 asked funnyly: "Why do you think so?"
"If I were one of those people, the one I hate most would definitely be Miss Jiu. If she were around, I might not even be able to drink hot soup tomorrow." Mr. Ning said based on his usual experience.
No. 1's eyes were unfocused for a few seconds, as if he was just looking at something, and then he smiled and said, "That's not the case. She is eating honestly now and looks very happy."
It's just that there are eleven Stove Lords brought along for no reason, which makes people feel a little strange.
Mr. Ning picked up a piece of Death Barbie fan meat, looked at it, and said casually: "That's the good thing about Miss Jiu. She always looks happy and doesn't have any worries."
"He looks like he has a chance to win everything. He is very confident."
"Although you brought so many ingredients, I always feel that they may not be used at all. As long as Miss Jiu is the first to come on stage, she should poison the Purgatory Chief and change the content of the trial." He He put down the ingredients in his hands and said to No. 1.
"..." No. 1 was silent. He knew the good things Jiu Yuanzi had done better than anyone else. "I'm afraid it won't be easy this time. The higher-ups are specifically targeting her."
Mr. Ning was a little surprised, "Hasn't it been deliberately targeted before?"
"No, I'm fair." No. 1 picked up the coffee and took a sip. He didn't want to mention those unbearable past events.
Since you can't stop her, then draw her into the group. This policy should be the right one.
The two chatted for a while, and then left. It would not be good to stay for too long.
Time sped up overnight, and Jiu Yuanzi felt that Stove Lord had not even eaten two hundred steamed buns, so he suddenly jumped out of the dojo for a trial.
[Beautiful and delicious dojo: no limit to the number of people. Trial: meet the requirements of the three purgatory chiefs and become the God of Cookery. 】
Finally came the trial prompts. Although the content was very simple and even a little perfunctory, it seemed quite serious.
Jiu Yuanzi stood up, "I didn't expect it to be here so soon. Happy time is always short. Pack your things and I will be the god of food."
"Sister Jiu is great!" Gong Yangyan immediately clapped her hands. She was the only one who blindly believed in Sister Jiu, although she didn't know where her confidence came from.
"Okay, let's clean up. Let's go over there." Jiu Yuanzi waved his hands and smiled, then looked at the Stove Lords.
They all looked like dead mothers. They were eating happily just now, but now they are full of death energy, as if if they follow me, they will die all over again.
So, she cheered: "Don't be downcast. You should meet the Kitchen God Si Ming soon. If you cook better than him, your life will not be in vain."
The Stove Lords looked downcast, not happy because of this.
Not everyone wants to slap others in the face.
Seeing that Jiu Yuanzi couldn't encourage them, she didn't continue. Originally, she wanted the Kitchen Lord to cook first and let them try the taste of the Purgatory Chief.
Surviving means that this combination is okay. If it disappears, it doesn't matter. After all, these are sanctioning officers, and they are hostile forces to evil people like her.
I won't feel bad.
Gong Yangyan quickly packed up her things, and a door made of light and shadow appeared inexplicably on the ground in the distance. She stood there with the posture of opening the door and entering here.
Jiu Yuanzi took out the Yuanzi Net and trapped all the eleven Kitchen Lords to prevent them from escaping halfway.
Under the surprised looks of the Kitchen Lords, she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, everyone, I don't trust you at all. I'm not a human being anyway, so I can only wrong you."
"..." The Kitchen God is a group of very weak little gods. It is equivalent to the Kitchen God commanding one person to work too hard, so he gets distracted a lot and uses the same salary and benefits.
He himself didn't want to, but it was already like this when he took over, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to use these stove kings.
Precisely because he has almost no divine power and only possesses a portrait with magic, the Kitchen God is very weak.
They were trapped by Jiu Yuanzi, their faces suddenly turned pale, and they couldn't escape at all. They were dragged away by Gongyang Yan like a fishing net.
Everyone opened the door together and walked in.
"Kill them! Kill them!"
A deafening noise instantly reached his ears, and Jiu Motoko raised his head and looked around.
This was a huge Colosseum-like venue, with a high platform hundreds of meters wide in the middle, with rows of stone tables on it. They were standing in front of one of the rows of stone tables.
Surrounded by a trapezoidal auditorium, it was already full of Kitchen Gods. They were shouting excitedly, like blood-sucking monsters.
Players appeared on the high platform one by one, looking around calmly.
Jiu Yuanzi saw several familiar faces, and also discovered some strange things. She couldn't tell from their appearance, but she could feel them through their breath.
The familiar smell of death offended her nose.
Mr. Ning's position is very good. Whether counting from the middle or from the edge, he is exactly in the middle.
As long as the performance is not particularly eye-catching, it will not attract attention. It is low-key and not extreme, which is perfect.
Kitchen God Si Ming.
Jiu Yuanzi saw a group of immortals standing together with murderous intent. This time the immortals came to fight between the heaven and the mortal world.
Open war, of course, has to be more powerful.
Jiu Yuanzi looked behind him. There was also a group of alien envoys on the human side, led by Li Suixing. Captain Yang saw that a red line had appeared between his eyebrows at some point. His cultivation had improved a lot and he stood beside Li Suixing. .
Then, she also saw the four ferocious beasts at Diyi Auction House. The gangsters were still not very gregarious and looked strange.
Jiu Motoko stopped paying attention to more old acquaintances one by one.
But when she glanced at the Qiannao of Baima Shengsheng Club, she deliberately kept her gaze for a few seconds longer and scanned the four handsome followers unscrupulously.
Suddenly, she looked up toward the audience.
There is a platform in the middle. There is no Kitchen God around, only three figures emitting black smoke are sitting.
The one on the left is extremely tall and the black smoke is a bit light, while the one on the right is petite and the black smoke is extremely thick.
The person sitting in the middle is not too much or too little black smoke. Although his face is invisible, he has a special aura.
Jiu Motoko stared at him and had a strong feeling that this was the strongest existence she had ever seen.
The aura of this ruined dojo was gently swirling around him, forming a weak whirlwind.
So, with a smile on her face, she blew a kiss to the man.
The figures on the left and right looked at the figure in the middle at the same time, as if they said something.
boom!
The two figures seemed to have been hit hard by something in the void. They lowered their heads and slammed into the stone table in front of them.
Jiu Motoko was stunned for a moment and then started laughing. He was such a grumpy little cutie.
